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13. Cops & Robbers

Disjointed, the world shifts, a constant murmur, pulsing, there's no point in feeling guilty about it now. I don't get it.

Somewhere, anywhere, there are hands, maybe, up, off, we're flying, hovering in mid space, it's lonely. Familiar and foreign, it's wrong, what is, everything. Heaviness, like the gravity of Neptune, wait what, I hate this, I want Len.

Thrown about, nothing works, I hate this I hate this I hate this, the heat of skin, trembling under the weight, how fucking weak, give him back to me, you were stupid to believe in anything else.

SHUT UP! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

You aren't Len. You don't smell like Len. You don't feel like Len. Your hands are all wrong. Your hair is not even the right color, dammit. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! Just give Len back to me and I'll be on my merry way. As soon as everything works again. Just leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.

Pressing a cup to our lips, I don't want to drink whatever shit you have to offer. It's so easy to see all the emotions on your face. How pathetic. Concern. Anxiety. Impatience. Frustration. I don't get it. Where do you get off on treating me this way? Why are you doing all of this? Just leave us alone.

There's a hand on our throat. And now it's squeezing. Stop! Stop! Stopitstopit! Please stop it. It's cold. This tastes horrible. We don't want to drink this anymore. My throat is cold. It'll freeze over. Please stop. Stop.

It hurts. Saints, it's hurts, it hurts. Make it stop. Dammit! Just make it stop. I hate this! We hate this! Saints, I hate this so much. It's way too cold. We hate this. I don't want to burn to ashes just yet. I have to make sure he doesn't die. Why is that so hard?

…

-KU!

…

MIKU!

Oh. Hey.

Jeez, it's about time you came to! I've been calling your name for who knows how fucking long now! Sorry. Did we pass out? Yeah. Fuck. We have to work on that. This is getting pathetic. Tell me about it. Weren't you listening? I just did. Ugh. Never mind. Are we going to be ok when we wake up? Probably? Wow. Thanks. That's really useful.

Hey. I only know as much as you know. Did you ever have this stuff before?…No. Exactly. So how am I supposed to know how this shit works? …You're pretty worthless. Shut the fuck up why don't you? Petty bitch. You know what. Fine. So what now?

I don't fucking know! Saints, we're so useless. So much for keeping him safe. Is this where I say I told you so? Shut the fuck up. We really do suck at this. We're going to have to work on that too. Shit, this is a hard game. Told you it wouldn't be easy. We're fucking assassins! We aren't meant to be saviors! Don't you dare fucking start! We already went through all of this already. You agreed to this too! You're not allowed to fucking back out now. Fuck you.

And fucking Kiyoteru Hiyama! Like what the fuck even! He gives us life advice and then he kidnaps our fucking lover! Who even does that? Well, at least that explains why he was in this republic in the first place. Aw fuck! Do you think – yeah, probably. Fucking hell! What kind of fucking timing is this anyways? FUCK THIS WORLD AND FUCK THIS FUCKING GAME! FUCK YOU ALL!

Do you feel better now? …yeah actually. That really helped. But I still hate him. He said he was sorry. Yeah. He did. Fucking traitor. He's not allowed to look that fucking sorry. Hell! Saints, I don't think we've ever met a man that made less sense than him. Fuck him. We'll deal with him later.

So now what? We wake up, beat the shit out of Kaito and go save Len? I like that. Sounds good. Actually, can we talk about that? Talk about what? Fucking Kaito! What is there to talk about? He's a jealous and possessive bastard, we're stupid for not leaving his ass earlier. Actually…that sums it up pretty well. We should have saw this coming actually. Some fucking friend he was. Was he even our friend though? I don't know. The whole friendship thing is actually pretty confusing….yeah. Is this where we say our life sucks? …Maybe?

So can we wake up yet? Nope. Our body is still recuperating and stuff. Kaito is lucky we've been drug trained. Yeah. He went a little crazy with the antidote there. So we wait? So we wait. You know, I'm a little disappointed. What? Why? I found this really awesome speech in this obscure part of our space and I really wanted to say it.

Wait. Seriously? Yeah…Well let's hear it. I've got time. Nah. It really wasn't much. It was basically how you should just get over yourself and kill whoever gets in your way, because you're human and Admodia's top assassin and there's nothing wrong with being happy. You know. Something along those lines. Huh. I wonder who wrote that. No fucking idea. It was a really awesome speech though. That's still kinda…yeah…we'll think about this later. Will we really? Maybe? Whatever. Can we wake up now? You know what? Yeah. I think we're good.

Awesome! Let's get this show on the road! Hold up! Where did that come from? Where did what come from? "Let's get this show on the road." What the fuck does that mean? Huh. I have no idea. It was just in my head and I said it. …we'll also deal with that later. But will we really? Who knows. Let's go beat the shit out of this fucker! Fuck yeah!

"-KU!"

"MIKU!"

owowowowow my head hurts. My face hurts. My shoulder hurts. Everything fucking hurts. At least we can move all our limbs now.

"Miku! Thank god you're alright! I was so worried! You weren't responding and I wasn't sure what to do...and..." Fuck, we don't have time for this. Gah, everything feels stiff. Just what did he slip us anyways? Probably some of that experiemtal shit from th black market. Nasty stuff. Can we beat him up now? ….we should probably double check. Why?! We know he did it! There's nothing wrong with checking. It's part of being a better person. When the fuck did we decide that?

"Kaito."

Just look at him, he looks like he fucking won something! Saints, this wanker! Um, what? "You drugged me, didn't you?"

What the fuck is a wanker? Averting his eyes, Kaito stares at his hands, at anything but me. Firmly grasping onto his chin, forcing my eyes onto his, it's the wrong kind of blue. We don't have the time for this bullshit. But what's a wanker? "Well next time, be more careful with the antidote doses. If I were anyone else, you'd be a fucking murderer right now." And the shitty kind too. "You know, just some advice for the future, in case you feel the need to fucking drug someone else."

Ha. His face is all white now. Ugh. Fuck you! I bet that's not even a real word! I didn't think it could go that pale.

Pulling back my fist, the connections are way to easy to make. Kaito called the authorities on Len. Kiyoteru, who was looking for him, came instead. Kaito drugged us so I wouldn't be able to do a thing. And Kiyoteru just let it all happen. Men really are such fuckers. Good job Sherlock. What the fuck is a Sherlock?!

Watching Kaito crash into a table behind him, it's not nearly enough. But it'll have to do. Wait, what? That's it?

"Goodbye Kaito….It ends here."

It's just too easy. I'm bored already. Cheek bleeding, body trembling, Kaito yells out, "Miku – what do you mean 'it ends here'?"

Fucking bitch. And it really is a shame. I think you were our first friend after Gakupo. "I'll miss you." This isn't the time to be feeling fucking sentimental. "But I've been doing that for months." If we're not going to fucking beat the shit out of him, we may as well just leave. "I'm done waiting Kaito." Let's go already! "I'm choosing Len over you. I won't be coming back tomorrow morning. Not ever."

"But Miku, don't you see? That kid's no good for you! Someone like you deserves better! You deserve someone who can give you a good life! A person with an actual future! There's no hope in a kid whose only redeeming point is a pretty face and sticky fingers! Why can't it be me?!"

Breathing heavily, Kaito's chest visibly puffs in and out. Quick and shallow gasps escape from his lips, "It could never be you."

"Why?!"

Blue eyes blazing, the wrong kind of blue, "There aren't possibilities when it comes to you." Come on. Let's go. I still want to beat him into the ground. We can't stay. Fine.

"You don't know that Miku. For all you know I could surprise you. Give me a chance. I can prove it to you. Choose me! Because you know what? He can't have you either; and at this point, that's all that matters! The kid's been taken in by New Ethatrias' top detective, Kiyoteru Hiyama! No one ever escapes his grasp! I don't know why he was hired down to track down such a brat in the first place but good riddance!"

I hate this game. I never wanted any of this, I know. Me too.

It's hard to hold back, the soft whisper that escapes our lips. This is where we end. "Goodbye Kaito."

Racing through the crowded market place, "MIKU!" people yell and shout out angered remarks as I roughly push them aside. For once, I'm not weighted down by Len's stolen presents. How weird.

How far do you think they got? Hard to say. They probably took Kiyoteru's car. How does that thing even go through the bloks unnoticed? …Good question. Maybe he's magical. I'm pretty sure that's not it. What do you know, maybe – wall. Yeah. I see it.

Leaping up, the old thing crumbles just a little bit more. The sun is warm up here. Running along the top, miniscule pieces continue to shatter and fall. It's amazing this thing is still standing, let alone supporting our weight.

Crossing over to the roof of a close-by house, the view from up here really is breathtaking, almost as good as our Sky-Tree, more than it would be at night. All the buildings, the shine of the sun against their ebony colored roofs, the birds resting and chattering on the highest points, it's pretty. I'll have to show this to Len sometime. He could probably get up here…I think.

You should probably pull your hood up. Wha – shit. Good point. Thanks. I can't believe you didn't think about something as simple as that. Shiny sun, teal hair, that's not a good combination you know. Hey, I've got a lot to think about right now. Yeah, the world looks fucking beautiful right now. Shut up. It does! Just pay attention before you fall off the fucking roof. You'd be useless with a broken leg. Excuse you, I am a professional, thankyouverymuch. I'm not going to fall off the fucking roof. I haven't done that in years. Oh really? Then run faster before someone spots us. Hmm…I think it'll be fine actually. You how the people in this republic are. They never 'have the time' to look up, they're way too caught up in themselves, you know? Good point.

Hey, do you think we're actually heading the right way? I would hope so. Detective headquarters are a labyrinth in themselves and to search all the courthouses and detainment centers would take days, maybe even weeks. But remember, our Pretty Boy is a special case. Why else would Kiyoteru bother with him? If Len was just a petty thief, like the other thousand petty thieves roaming this republic, they couldn't have sent a person like Kiyoteru Hiyama after him. But they did. It's so obvious. Someone wants Len Kagamine, heir of the Kagamine fortune. It's the only option that would make sense. After all, Len must be coming of age. If that family of his wants to continue living in luxury, they'll need Len to sign off on his inheritance. So what does that mean? Kagamine mansion.

You know, I've never had to kill a Kagamine before. Wait – so how do we know where he lives? What? Didn't you notice? The current head of that house is actually one of Sir's most frequent clients. I've seen his open file on Sir's desk more times than I could bother to count. I've had that address memorized years ago. Who knew it would actually ever come in handy? Huh. Small world. Fence. Yeah. I see it. I wonder how many people that thing has fried. Think about it later.

Even from here, it's easy to see the blue sparks snapping off the electric fence that enforces the Central Blok. One single touch would mean instant death. Hey, at least they don't suffer. Why do we break prefer breaking into Central Blok this way again? Because we don't value our lives and security doesn't expect anyone to be this stupid? …Right. But I thought we wanted to live now? What is it with you? After all these years of experience, do you actually think we'll fuck it up now? What kind of inner voice are you? I don't know! I am what I am.

Heading for the blind spot between guard towers, it's way too easy to slip past the overconfident men working there. This isn't even a challenge anymore, even in daylight. But this is nice, I guess. The sky is blue. The clouds are puffy and white. There's a bird and there's the ground. Too easy. Maybe we'll beat this game after all. Optimistic idiot. We lost Len on the first day. That's hardly called good progress. Well someone has to be.

Whatever. What now? Well, we're behind a candy shop and Kagamine Mansion is on the other side of where we are. We need to get…in a car. What? No! Those things are death traps! Well we can't just walk there! We could steal a bike! These people are too fucking good for bikes! Where are we going to find one on short notice? We don't even know how to work one of those things anyways! We have to get…in a car. Do we have to? Do it for Len! We'll die before we even get the chance to save him! It'll…be fine. You don't even believe that! Can you blame me? Those things are killing machines! Ok. Ok. It'll…be fine. We'll…be fine. We…can do this. After all…we're professionals…and what kind of professional would we be if we couldn't even get in a car? That was not part of the job description. Work with me here dammit! They kill people, we kill people. See? We're so alike. Yeah, it'll be fine. We'll be fine. Let's just do this, alright? …Fine.

Next question. Who do we get to drive us? That guy? Nah. Looks too prideful. Wouldn't spare us a second glance. Grandfather type? No, he'll ask too many questions. That guy? I don't like his eyes. He might try to rape us. Her? No. Did you see how she glanced at us? She's too cautious against "the poor" and thievery. Well, we are going out with a thief…Focus! Wait! There!

A couple feet away, a glamorously dressed woman with short reddish brown hair makes her way towards a car. Following behind her is a young child – a girl – of about nine years old. Compassionate mother? I think it's our best bet. Make sure you sound timid and harmless, like you couldn't kill her in the next three seconds…thanks.

"E-Excuse m-me, ma-madam."

Fuck. I think we guessed wrong. She's looking at us like we don't even deserve to breath the same air as her, let alone be in her presence. And do you see that bottle of liquor peeking out of her purse…yeah. We definitively guessed wrong on this one.

"What?"

Well she responded. Keep trying? "I-I am a new maid at the Kagamine Mansion but the car never came for me. I-If madam would so kind to drive me there?"

Shock crosses her face before laughing out loud. "Hah! What do you think I am, a charity service? Listen girl, I don't have time to be driving you to the next street over, let alone to Kagamine Mansion! So why don't you find some other poor sap to pick pockets from?"

Tactical retreat? Sounds good - "Mother, why be so rude?"

Wait what? Look, the little girl…Standing nearby, wearing a cute red dress, there's so much…authority in her eyes. You know what? I think we might have a chance after all…

"You know it would take hours for this girl to get to Kagamine Mansion on her own! Surely, it wouldn't be too much trouble to just drive her there."

I like this girl. I can see it already – give her a couple of years and she'll be ruling this republic's politics singlehandedly. Not if someone kills her off first. True…

"Yuki! How many times have I told you? The rats that come from beyond the central blok are good for absolutely nothing! She'll pick your pockets clean and promptly be on her way!"

Placing her hands on her hips, the girl, no Yuki, retorts, "Mother! If that were the case, then why would she still be standing here now? Wouldn't she have moved on already? Really now!"

Grabbing my hand, she tugs me toward the car without so much a backwards glance towards her mother. I have to say, people from the Central Blok sure are weird. If I pulled that stunt with my parents when I was a kid…..yeesh. We wouldn't even be here.

Pulling open the door, Yuki smiles and says "After you," just like the member of upper society she is.

Ok. See? We can so do this. This is nothing. Everything's cool. We've totally done this before. No biggie. Everything's fine. We know what we're doing. We're not going to die. Oh fuck, we're all going to die and Len will be kept captive by his shitty family and we're all doomed! There's no way out! The doors are sealed and stay sitting dammit! Look normal! Look normal! We're not going to die! We're so going to die.

"Here you go."

"W-what?" Saints kid, why do you sound so calm? And what's that in your hands? Is that a…strap…or something?

"Oh! Could this be your first time inside a car?"

See! Even the kid…even Yuki can tell! Get your shit together! Excuse me? We're in a fucking car! This is the best it's gonna get!

"Let me help, then."

A snort full of contempt comes from the front of the car. Glaring at the noise, Yuki quickly turns back and smiles at me like the devilish angel she is. Pulling on the…the….strap, she climbs over my body, pulling it with her. "This is a seatbelt. It's to keep you safe in case the car crashes."

Crash? We're going to crash? Why do people even use these fucking things anyways? Between people like us and these fucking cars, how are there people still alive in this area anyways?

Something metallic clicks. Oh fuck! That's it! I'm strapped in. I'm…I'm seatbelted and we're all gonna die, why did we think this was a good idea? We should have just walked!

"It'll be fine. You'll see. Cars are extremely safe." Yeah. Tell that to Gakupo. Grabbing my hand, Yuki's easing my fingers from my dress, lacing her small fingers between mine. You're pathetic. Well so are you.

Annnddd the car is roaring and Saints fuck this is terrifying, saints I'm scared, I don't want to be here and that fucking woman is laughing at me, isn't she and everything in the window is moving is way too fast for this to be natural.

"It's going to be ok. You aren't going to get hurt." But that's a lie. Because cars don't stop. They just kill people and twist their bones and cover them blood, you could ask Gakupo, he'll tell you all about it except he's dead and it's all my fault and that car's fault because we're professionals.

"H-How do you know?"

"I don't."

Fucking great.

"But I'm sure it will be. Despite her personality and her dangerous driving habits, I have faith in Mother's driving abilities. She will not crash this car. That is something I am sure of. And that's why I can say that everything will be ok."

So we're going to trust a cranky alcoholic with our lives. Why did we think this was a good idea again? We didn't. Right.

"Hey…I know! Let's be friends. My name is Yuki, what's yours?"

"Miku. My name is Miku."

Seriously? Can't you give out a fake name or something? Didn't you learn the last time, when you gave your name to Kiyoteru fucking Hiyama? Shut up! We're gonna die anyways.

"Wow! What a beautiful name! It's so pretty. It's a much better than Yuki."

How cute. "I think it's a beautiful name." Ah fuck! What was that? Who knows? A bump? Cars can do that? I don't know!

"You really think so?"

"I really think so."

Oh hey look. She actually looks like a kid now.

"Hey Miku, why work at Kagamine Mansion? Surely you've heard the rumors right? Is it the high pay?"

"Rumors?"

"Yeah…" Her voice drops to a whisper. "According to what the maids in my house says….the young master of the Kagamine Mansion has a habit of…..ravaging the help….."

Oh. That. "I see…well thank you for the warning Yuki but I'll take my chances." Fuck! It happened again! Maybe it's normal? How are we still alive? Good luck? Since when did we have any of that? Maybe the world is cutting us some slack? As if.

Shock crosses her small face. "But why?! Surely you could work elsewhere. I know! I'll hire you! I'll give you a salary that matches the one offered to you!"

"Oh? And you have the money for that?"

With my words, the determination on her face falters. "N-no. But I'm sure Papa would give me the money if I asked for it! ...Please….Don't work there…."

"You're a sweet kid….don't let strangers take advantage of you, ok?" Are we there yet? How would I know?

Pouting, she replies, "I-I won't! It's…It's just for you!"

Can we get out now? Probably not? "Well then, I'm…honored to receive this offer from you….but unfortunately, there is someone I…need….to meet."

"And that person is at Kagamine Mansion?" Why is it so far away anyways? Fucking rich people.

"Yeah." Not you Yuki. Yeah, not you.

"Do you love that person?"

"I do." Why else would I be in this fucking killing machine?

"Ok….I get it…"

You know…this isn't so…bad. Yeah…In fact, it's actually…enjoyable. Um no. What reality are you living in? Sorry. At least we're still alive? And in one piece? Yeah. At we're still alive and in one piece. Like the manga! What? …I have no idea. You really are going crazy. I already talk to myself. How much crazier could I get? Enough to be spouting shit like that. Good point. I still want to get out. Yeah me too. Are we almost there? Probably not.

"We're here."

Oh fuck. Thank you. ThankyouSaintsforyourbenevolentkindness. Maybe we're even now for all the other shit you pulled. And look! There's Kiyoteru's car! Fuck yes! We were right after all! See! Told you it was worth it! Uh huh. Sure.

Without saying a thing, Yuki releases her... seatbelt before reaching over to release mine. With the push of a button the seatbelt slithers away from my body, creepy fucker. But I'm free! Almost! Still leaning over my lap, Yuki pulls on some sort of lever and opens the door for me. Oh fuck yes!

Let's get this show on the road! Still weird. Shut up. "Don't go."

Wrapped around me from behind, small hands gripping onto the front of my dress, I almost feel bad. Almost. "I have to Yuki. He's waiting for me."

Shaking her head against the small of my back, she stubbornly replies, "No! You could stay with me! I can be your new important person! We could be friends for forever and ever! …..Don't go into that house…."

Cute kid. She's too kind for her own good. The sky's pretty today, isn't it? Yeah, I guess. "Sorry Yuki…but this is something I have to do for myself."

She's crying, isn't she? Yeah, I think so. "Miku…. Don't let the young master hurt you…"

As if I'd let that fucker put his hands on me. I'd tear off his dick first. "Don't worry, I won't. I'll leave as soon as I can, ok?"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Those small hands slowly let me go. Walking on these tiny rocks feels weird. Who would bother collecting so many small rocks anyways?

"W-Wait!"

Tears running down her face, fuck I feel bad now. Thrusting a scrap of paper into my hands, she says, "My phone number! C-Call me if you need help…" I blame this mansion for being so fucking far away.

"Thank you Yuki. We would have never made it through that car ride without you." Holding her close, I think I'm going to miss this kid. I definitely won't kill you when you're older. "Bye Yuki."

All right. Let's do this.

"Hey girl!"

What now? Hanging out from the window, the alcoholic mother just smirks. "We don't accept brats at our place. So if you plan on eventually coming over, make sure that young master of yours uses a condom!"

I guess she likes us after all. "As if I'd let that fucker put his hands on me!"

Cackling with delight from her seat, the car roars. Walking up the stairs, the tiny rocks crackle and just like that, they're gone. The door falls open, unlocked and this would almost be too easy. Almost.

"Hello Miku. I was wondering when you'd show up."